– Dualis seems to have a knack for collecting lost trolls and giving them… a helping hand…-
Chrysa finding that after loseing one master, another was just waiting around the bend…
Pairings: Dualis/ Chrysa
Summary: dualis bringing a low blood under her wing as her new master and acclimating her to her new rolls as dualis’s personal slave
Warnings: Forced Transformation, NonCon, Enslavement, Bondage, Inflation, Domination, Latex, Goo Monster
Chrysa belongs to @biconichatcheteer
all the juicy details below the cut~
Sitting in a soft shiny black sofa lazily reading a rather lewd magazine looking for ideas of things she could make and waving her hand to manipulate a blob of liquid latex to take the shape of different pieces of bondage gear before being dismissed into a formless state again. to her left, a troll sat on her knees patiently waiting clad in a full body seamless suit, complete with a gimp hood with only the nose and mouth remaining visible. seemingly taking a rest from her tasks and waiting for new orders that dualis wasn’t in the mood to be giving at the time as she mused over how she found this girl several months ago.
Several months ago
The bronze blood had been wandering for what must have been weeks, since leaving her Master’s hive. She’d been set free by sheer dumb luck, though she didn’t consider it lucky. Well, not completely, at least. She didn’t miss the various ways he would try and still get her to scream, despite the lack of vocal chords, nor did she miss the arbitrary ways he would ‘decorate’ her for weeks at a time, only to remove whatever piercings, plugs, or restrictive devices and clothing he’d deemed suitable for her at a moment’s notice… But now that she was free, what did she do? She’d tried seeking work in the town, and been genuinely happy at the thought that someone might want to buy her again. But The same sea dweller that had forced her Master to release her also had threatened the town with immediate culling if they tried to enslave her, or any of the other freed servants… But she was just a lowly gutterblood, so who was she to question the actions of her betters, even when they only caused her pain and confusion?
Her stomach growled loudly, as she took a rest against a tree. She’d been wandering in the wilds, trying to find a road to another town, or else some sign of other Trolls who might be willing to take her in and feed her, in exchange for her service… But after so long of wandering on foot, there was still nothing to be found. She was so tired… She didn’t even realize her eyes were closing on their own until she was fast asleep, exposed in the wilderness and unaware of footsteps coming towards her.
The Black Blood Demon that was rumoured to live in this forest according to the local townsfolk, now stood over the fallen girl, looking at her curiously before glancing around to see if anyone was with the fallen girl, before a wide toothy grin spread across her face.
To the snow haired demon, this troll looked absolutely pitiful, marks of half healed piercing dotted her body that wasn’t covered by a tattered brown dress, Dishevelled hair, and a interesting odour, this girl been bathing in the lake?
Glancing around again, the demon came to a decision that made her smile even wider. This girl looked too worn out to wake up to being moved, so when she wakes she will be in for a … pleasant surprise~
Stretching out the demon’s hand, a glob of black goo built up in her palm and fell on the brown blood, instantly spreading out and ensnaring the girl in a black bag now forming around her. Before the goo covered her face, the demon tossed a flower in with her. To continue spreading a sweet scent that induces sleep. Silly girl for resting in a grove full of the things.
Now sealed up in black man sized duffle bag. The demon hefted girl up on her shoulder and made her way home, whistling tunelessly while dreaming up what she is going to do with her new play thing.
When the girl next awakens, she will be naked, alone, with her hands bound in front of her in a glistening black cave of some kind of squishy substance, a bowl of speckled green apples lay next to her.
Chrysa came to slowly, blinking awake and shivering in the cold. She was used to waking up cold, at least. Warm blooded Trolls like her usually did, when enslaved to a highblood, and made to live in their hives. The ground beneath her was more solid than she recalled it being, when she’d fallen asleep under the tree. But as she opened her eyes more, she began to realize that it wasn’t nightfall that surrounded her, but some kind of stone. Well, stone and… paint? Mold? She honestly couldn’t decide what the glistening black stuff was that covered her surroundings. The last thing she really noticed was that she was now completely nude, and her hands bound, with the other end of the tie being attached to the wall, somehow smoothly made part of it, rather than being tied off, roughly… She shrugged, not even pretending to know how that had happened. By rights, she should have been freaked out about waking up bared to the world and clearly captured by parties’ unknown… But part of her was truly relieved. After all, if someone went through the trouble of capturing her, and restraining her, then that meant they didn’t want to kill her. At least, not yet.
Maybe she’d be really lucky, and her captor would be a slaver. At least then there would be something familiar, and a chance at living in a warm hive again, with food. It might not be a lot of food, and she likely wouldn’t be given a coon to sleep in, while she served… But it would be something better than wandering around in the wilds, seeking purpose with what remained of her short life. She wanted to cry at the loss of her short lived freedom, sure, but what was the point of mourning the loss of something she didn’t even know what to do with? No… It was better this way. As she took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down from a mildly jarring wake up call, she noticed the bowl of apples. They were probably for someone else. Whoever the slaver was that had captured her, right?
But as the minutes ticked by, the more she thought that slavers usually made much better money than to live off of what looked like perhaps infected fruit… But food that was spoiled had become almost a staple of her own diet, as a slave. Maybe this was their attempt at feeding her? But she shouldn’t just assume things… At least, that’s what she tried to argue with herself, before her thoughts were cut off by her stomach growling loudly. With a shaking hand, Chrysa reached out to the bowl of apples, picking up one and taking a small bite, keeping her eyes on the cave entrance, in case her captor came back.
Chrysa would find that despite the outward appearance of the fruit, it was quiet fresh and tasty, and completely unspoilt on the inside despite its black speckled exterior.
Across the cavern in the darkness, almost distant clamouring in the darkness echoed towards her. Repeating erratically for several minutes until suddenly a rectangular door opened in the darkness, casting a beam of light across the cavern and bathing the naked troll in warm artificial light. Standing in the door way casting a long almost demonic shadow stood a troll with Snow white hair, a black fur collared coat and bare blackened feet.
A wide toothy smile was plastered on her face as she stepped on the onyx floor towards the bound troll, which seemed to ripple with her footsteps, making the cave seem alive and reactive to the new comer’s presence.
“So, ya awake at last, great! Was wondering when ya would quit snoozing all day!” She commented unnervingly cheerfully as she sat down on a raised section of the uneven fluid like ground.
“So what had you snoozing in my woods little pet?”
Chrysa blinked up at the new Troll, confused. With the poor lighting in the area around her, she had difficulty reading lips, and without a sense of sound, all she saw was a stranger approaching her with a smile, and a cave that seemed to be moving.
But that was crazy, right?
Perhaps there was something in the fruit, after all… Which she was still holding, despite her captor coming in. And if this was her captor, then this was her new owner. As Chrysa’s mind slogged through her training for a proper response, the latex clad Troll would find their captive more or less staring off into the distance, before doing her best to scramble from where she was sitting, to be a bit closer, and kneeling before her, face to the floor and apple lying on the floor beside her, food a secondary concern, to showing obedience and respect for her betters. Which this person must surely be, to have captured her, right?
Chrysa blinked up at the new Troll, confused. With the poor lighting in the area around her, she had difficulty reading lips, and without a sense of sound, all she saw was a stranger approaching her with a smile, and a cave that seemed to be moving.
But that was crazy, right?
Perhaps there was something in the fruit, after all… Which she was still holding, despite her captor coming in. And if this was her captor, then this was her new owner. As Chrysa’s mind slogged through her training for a proper response, the latex clad Troll would find their captive more or less staring off into the distance, before doing her best to scramble from where she was sitting, to be a bit closer, and kneeling before her, face to the floor and apple lying on the floor beside her, food a secondary concern, to showing obedience and respect for her betters. Which this person must surely be, to have captured her, right?
The other troll cocked her head to the side in confusion at such an act of submission. Leaving the standing troll scratching her head in silence before sitting down in front of the chained troll cross legged.
Watching her prisoner for a moment more, the snow haired troll reached forward and tapped the rubbery ground with one of her black clawed fingers.
“now you’re being weird, kay, and don’t go wasting my apples”
She started, picking up the fallen bitten blight apple and placing it back in the bowl.
“lets start here, Im Mistress Dualis, what can I call you pet?”
Dualis added with her wide Cheshire smile, remembering to add the mistress part, something she read in a book about being a dom, to lay down dominance early.
Chrysa kept her eyes cast down, until the claw was tapped in front of her, and she looked up. Again, she could see that her new owner was speaking, but she couldn’t see well enough to read her lips. Instead, she waited until Dualis was finished speaking, and seemed to look like she had asked a question, before responding in sign, Apologies, Mistress. I cannot understand you… Please do not dispose of me for my defect, though. I promise, I can be a good plaything for you. I was a dancer, and a well liked toy for my last Owner… Thank you for the food. She said, looking back bashfully at the half eaten apple being placed back in the bowl. Of course, how could she have forgotten her manners, and wasted such a kind gift as food…
It took a moment to figure out what her new-found pet was doing with her hands before her wide smile grew wider. Reaching forward with her glistening black hands and signed back.
‘there is no such thing as a broken toy, just a boring one’
She replied, recalling how sign language worked when she learnt it after reading in her manual on how to be a good BDSM mistress that she needed to control subs with a mere gesture, and took it to meaning that she needed to learn a complete language for the deaf and mute. As opposed to a small handful of gestures.
‘enjoy the apples, they are fresh from my garden, and don’t worry, the ground is unnaturally clean, practically devours the dirt’
She continued, breaking for a moment to run her fingers over the onyx ground, causing it to ripple like water in the wake of her fingertips before returning to gesturing. Taking another moment to think on how to deal with her new pet now, seeing the signs ‘last owner’ and the fact she was passed out in the woods led the snow haired troll to believe that this was another one of those slaves turned loose after recent anti slave orders forced their release, at least that’s what Dualis heard from angry former slave owners at the bars at the local towns recently.
‘from now on little Dancer, I will be your owner, and mistress’
She signed finally, deciding to lay her claim on this girl.
At the words ‘boring one’, Chrysa blanched, shaking her head vigorously, as if the idea of being ‘boring’ actually offended her.
Not boring, Mistress. Promise. Can dance for you, and can enterain you or anyone else you wish to have play with me… I’m a good girl. Won’t even annoy you with screams, if you wish to use me while angry. Will do anything you ask, if it pleases you… Promise… She signed emphatically, her words a bit difficult to read, due to the ropes binding her wrists, but the look in her eyes was one bordering on fear not at being enslaved and owned again, but rather at the thought of being seen as ‘useless’.
The look of fear turned into one of confusion, however, when Chrysa saw the last words that Dualis signed to her.
…. Thought you already were new owner, Mistress… Why else would you tie me up? I am good girl. Will not run, but thought you had me tied up, to not squirm too much while you marked me, or changed appearance… Old Master used to have me tie new slaves up, while he pierced them… Do I need to be marked, Mistress? Or can I start serving, now? Want to show you that I can be useful… Don’t want to be thrown away…
Dualis didn’t catch most of what was signed back at her, but she got the jist of it. And it made her both a little confused and intrigued, most trolls wouldn’t react to the fact she was to be enslaved by begging for the proverbial collar.
Cocking her head to the side, Dualis considered the bound girl for a moment, thinking on just how annoying it will be to have to read all these hand movements’ and return them in kind. Leaning in closer until Dualis was mere inches away from the slaves neck, inspecting the faint scars that lined her throat with her oily black eyes. Slowly her cheerful grin seemed to take on a more sinister form as she signed back
“you’ll receive more than just my mark little pet~”
She giggled as with a wave of her hand, the ground beneath the brown blooded slave rippled and took the consistency of liquid tar, sinking the girl in a bit as the black ooze crept up her legs.
More? Chrysa signed, clearly confused, before looking down at her legs and experiencing a rare moment of panic, in which she tried to move and found her legs stuck fast. She looked up at her new Mistress, eyes wide, and saw her grinning, and though the bronze girl began to tear up a bit at the strange predicament that she was stuck in, she knew better than to question a happy owner. She stilled her movement, and instead, kept her eyes cast to the ground.
If this is what makes you happy, Mistress… She signed, choking back tears as she watched her legs and thighs begin to be enveloped by the creeping liquid, a shiver running up her spine.
The creeping black liquid was cold as it first covered the bronze girls skin before quickly mimicking her own body temperature. Within moments, her legs and ass were now in the tight embrace of the black goo, a slit formed on the new second skin over her nook and the exact contours of her form.
‘you going to look quiet pretty in black’
Dualis lazily signed, leaning back to enjoy the show, she loved watching the first time one of her playthings got their first suit. The goo was now creeping up her midriff and back while the snow haired girl licked her lips.
Chrysa squirmed, despite her sweeps of training, used to many things in her life, but finding the alien liquid a completely different beast entirely. She could swear that she felt the rubbery smooth fluid creeping up into her nook a ways, and smoothing over her waste chute as it formed a literally skin tight seal, and crept further upwards. Sure, it felt alright after a moment or two, but that initial contact… It was equal parts ice cold and hot as fire, and she showed that discomfort on her face, before finally doubling over and falling to the side, giving the living latex even more purchase as she looked up at her new owner, shivering and trying to focus on the words ‘look so pretty’. She would be useful, and pleasing to her owner…. That was surely all that mattered, right?
With more contact to the now malleable ground, the black ooze spread faster over her body, encasing her arms and chest rapidly, her bonds melting way in the wake of the new black skin. The goo left her face relatively untouched as the black suit stopped at her throat, thickening up in to the shape of a heavy collar.
As this was happening, her new mistress was now fiddling with a glob of black ooze, moulding it into a shape her pet would easily recognise, a dildo gag.
Placing the new head piece aside, Dulais signed once more.
‘I need you to open wide, and try not to choke to much’
Shivering and scared, Chrysa shut her eyes tight against the creeping horror that was the black goo, quickly covering her like a second skin. The familiar weight of a collar only slightly calming her down, as she looks up at Dualis, as if begging for mercy, silently, and seeing only a cold look of appraisal as she’s swallowed up by the floor. When her new Owner strides forward with a bulge shaped dildo gag, she does as any good slave should, and opens her mouth obediently, accepting her ‘gift’ and trying to make a show of her sucking it in, like a real bulge, to please her owner. Dualis would soon find that due to her past treatment and training, Chrysa had little to no gag reflex to speak of, and even as she lay there, still kept in place by the latex, even if she weren’t bound, that she would stay on her knees and hands, sucking on the gag before the straps were even done up, to hold the toy and gag in place.
Dualis kept giggling seeing her pet suck on the rubber bulge as the straps snaked around her head, sliding under the hair and around her ears and sealing seamlessly together with her rest of the suit.
‘Good Girl’
Dualis began to sign, her smile becoming mischievous again.
‘now turn around and present yourself to me’
She continued, drawing off her black furred jumper once she was done making hand signs, leaving herself naked before her slave, of which she could now see her pale skin contrasting against her blackened limbs
Chrysa began to tear up at the alien feeling of the latex encompassing her body. Struggling to ‘stand up’ on hands and knees, she eventually managed to remove herself from the floor that was trying to swallow her up. After managing to find some freedom of movement, she blushed heavily from being called a ‘good girl’, and nodded her head in accordance with her orders. Spinning in place, with her ass and nook still covered by the latex, but in such a thin layer that it may as well have been paint she was wearing. She didn’t know what would come next, but she knew that looking over her shoulder and seeing Dualis’s naked form looming over her, this would be a much different enslavement from her previous owner… The thought scared her… But something about this situation also reassured her that she would not be so easily disposed of, and that thought brought just enough comfort for the bronze girl to spread her legs apart to allow for easier access, pressing her latex coated cheek to the floor for better presentation, and if Dualis were to look closely, she might even see a bead of bronze fluid beading up beneath the latex covering her nook.
Two black hands grasped the slave’s latex bound ass. Kneeding them gently while her thumbs pressed at the sealed opening of the poor girl’s nook and spread ther labia lips apart to veiw the pooling lust against the thin rubber wall.
“Lovely. You’re getting off on this. Just how kinky of a pet are you?”
Dualis murmured. More to herself as her deaf and mute friend here was more than a little occupied to reply even if she did manage to hear that. Not now that the ground was still fluid and entrapped her hands and knees once more. Locking her in place like a wolf beast bitch presenting herself to her mate.
Putting aside her amusement for a moment. Dualis continued to tease her pet, flooding the inside of her suit with sexual juices until she slowly ran one of her long nails along the labia fold, cutting a line that released her clear natural lube in rivulets down her leg and pool on the floor beneath her.
The suit itself did not stay cut however. Nor did it reseal, instead it creeped in to her nook and lined the inside of her pailing canal in its black substance and ringed itself at her cervix.
“There. Much better.”
Dualis commented as she leaned in to drag her long tongue over her handy work. Savouring her pets taste before pushing the blackened appendage in to the bound trolls waiting depths.
Chrysa squirmed at the feeling of hands on her ass, spreading her and ‘presenting’ her better for her new owner. She offered no resistance, however, and what little squirming was done had been more or less quelled by the latex, crawling up her face and legs, securing her to the floor without doubt.
Feeling Dualis’s tongue and fingers roaming over her body, the slave whimpered as best she could mostly from the discomfort of having her nook pressed into and teased by that elongated, blackened tongue that probed inside of her, causing her hips to press back even as her nook was thoroughly lined in and out with the sentient latex. The fact that it left a small hole at the end, for her gene sac to still be fertilized escaped her, but she knew that she was filled with something that would provide pleasure to her Owner, and protect her in some ways, and so her objections, what few there were, gradually changed to small signs of thanks for protecting and claiming her.
It wasn’t until that tongue started to truly probe her depths, that Chrysa began earnestly whimpering and begging for an outlet for the fluids building up, wishing that she could simply sign “Feels weird, Ma’am… Please let me serve you better” as a way to beg for release.
Dualis was too focused on being face deep in her pet’s ass to notice or care about her pet’s building need. Instead she continued to tease and fine tune the latex clad nook in front of her, deciding to make the latex in the squirming girls nook porous and recoloured to a light blue grey that allowed her pets nook to lubricate naturally and look sexy when she was wet.
While dualis was busy with the back end, her latex plug dildo in her pet’s mouth was getting busy growing longer and invading Chrysa’s throat, fulfilling her request to ‘serve her mistress better’ as fine wisps of the dildo splintered off and wove its way through the soft tissue of her throat and neck. Seeing out the damage her previous owner has caused and slowly begun to weave and melt together into a new set of vocal chords for the bound pet. The latex goo creeping up her face has nearly completed her encasement. crawling over her eyes and for a short moment, leaving her blind and anonymous with her head sealed up in an effective gimp hood with only a pair of nose holes to breath. until the black latex over her eyes changed property’s. becoming clear and reshaping in to a visor tinted dark enough to hide her eyes.
“ahh, you looking more adorable little pet, just a little more and we can finally have a proper conversation~”
Dualis commented after drawing her long black tongue from her captives newly decorated nook. Knowing full well that she was talking to self with the bound bronze blood facing away from her maser, but that didn’t really bother her, not while she was playing with a new lump of latex, much smaller than before and for a more special purpose as the latex in her hand turned red and seemed to squirm with its own life.
What had begun to turn into acceptance of her new restraints abruptly turned into terror, the bronze girl thrashing about as she felt the dildo begin to ‘grow’ down her throat, reaching deeper than even some of the highbloods who used to throat fuck her had been able to reach. She felt pressure building up inside her throat, holding her head rigid as her destroyed vocal chords were rebuilt, and as the world went black from the eye covering, she thought for a brief moment that she was actually i n the process of dying. Eventually, the pressure eased up, and an intense shiver ran down her spine as she looked out through the now one way lenses covering her eyes, back over her shoulder, huffing and whimpering at the delightful feeling tongue of her owner pulling away from her nook, and leaving her to drip a steady stream of arousal, now tinted a mutant shade of pale blue, rather than the normal caramel color of her caste. Her hips shifted back, selfishly trying to regain contact with her Mistress, as she audibly moaned for more through her gag, unaware that she had made any noise at all, and soon settling back down when she noticed that her owner seemed preoccupied with something in her hands. Relaxing and setting her face back down to the floor of the cave, she waited and presented herself like a good girl, idly sucking on the bulge gag in her mouth in the meantime.
Dualis mused over her nearly complete paling toy, seeing that the latex had finished converging over the brown bloods body, and even began to disguise her blood colour so it would be even harder to identify Dualis’s new pet if she ever went on a walk or errand.
“Your looking almost ready to finally have a nice chat~” dualis commented, more to her self as she leaned over Chrysa’s back and held the small fibrous crimson worm behind the lump that was the gimp troll’s right ear, letting it slip in under the latex which sealed up the seam behind itself as it set to its task of connecting Chrysa to the suit and to her mistress. Burrowing in behind her ear while numbing any pain with a form of light paralytic poison as to not distress her new pet as it bonded to its host and imposed it’s self as an organic cochlear implant.
“now to distract you from all the loud noises that little guy is going to open your little mind to”
Dualis continued, still to herself as Dualis positioned herself behind her prone captive, trailing her long black fingers down to her own nook, sliding her digits over her darkened folds to tease out her long onyx bulge.
“ooooh, im gonna enjoy this~”
she added, stroking her blackened member with prepared glee, as on Chrysa’s front end, the dildo gag continued to work on her throat, keeping her neck rigid as to not mess up Dualis’s repairs, but hollowed itself out to allow more air flow to the poor girl who Dualis figured may have been running a little low on during her ordeal, also adding to her list of things to ask later if breath play was a kink she might enjoy…
The sudden influx of cool air into her lungs was a welcome treat, and also a surprisingly painful one… While Chrysa was almost completely unaware of what exactly was happening to her body, she was used to being cut into and ‘repaired’ enough from her past owner, to recognize that something was happening with her skull, due to the numbness that was creeping in and around her head. Part of her hoped that at the very least, she’d be allowed to keep her horns… She didn’t have much pride, as a Troll, but she’d always thought that her horns, at least, were pretty… But, knowing that a slave in her position wasn’t in any sort of position to make requests, she could only endure. Moans escaping her throat, now that the dildo had hollowed out, and her ‘sucking’ motions turning into simply trying to relax her throat and keep breathing. She tried to look back at her Mistress, but could only see that she was fiddling with something Chrysa couldn’t see, due to her position. With a muffled whimper of acceptance, Chrysa once more relaxed into the floor that held her bound in place, and tried to keep her lewd hip shaking to a minimum as her Mistress continued to work on her. After all, slaves weren’t supposed to worry about their own pleasure… Even if a good portion of Chrysa’s mind was actually very much enjoying this situation… Something about being so thoroughly bound, and helpless made her feel free… It didn’t matter what came next, she couldn’t stop it, so why not at least focus on the nice sensations… Like the cool rush of air, or the tightness coating her body… Or the strange… something, invading her skull…
What was that, anyway? It was like feeling a breeze, but inside her head… And there was some sort of harsh sensation, spiking inside her head… Whether she knew what it was or not, Chrysa was hearing things for the first time. And the first real sound she would hear, would be Dualis’s laugh at her helplessness, and her exposed body being turned into the highblood’s toy, as well as her own frustrated, pathetic moans, as she all too easily submitted to her new life as a living pailtoy for her new Mistress.
Dualis smile couldn’t grow any wider as she watched her squirming captive visibly relax into her gooey prison. Her suit now very much complete in sealing away any semblance of identity of what her low blood class was, nor her slave status.
Grasping her pets shiny ass, Dualis leaned in, lining her wet slick onyx bulge to her latex clad nook, draping her self over Chrysa’s back once more so she loomed behind her head, right be hind the ear she left the implant
“so pet, I think your now all ready in your uniform~”
she whispered as she slowly sunk her bulge in to the bound trolls hot depths. Intentionally making her girth as thick as what her nook could handle, stretching her out as far as what Dualis guessed would be comfortable with out hurting her.
“ahh, your so accommodating!” Dualis sighed, knowing she would fit snugly no matter what size her nook was. But wanted to complement her captive regardless as she drew back and proceeded to pound her like a cheap paling toy
Chrysa let out a startled shriek, hearing speech for essentially the first time ever, and so close to her ear. But her shrill noise of surprise was cut short by feeling her nook being thrust into, and stretched to almost full capacity in one smooth motion. She’d been violated for sweeps, before, and sometimes by scary, oversized toys or even exotic creatures her master felt were ‘entertaining’… but something about the alien sensation of sound, coupled with the full body experience of latex coating her inside and out, made the sudden intrusion of the larger than average bulge feel like she was being filled to the brim; and her noises were accordingly adjusted. The strange sensation of hearing her own moans, and pathetic sobs of overstimulation, coupled with her new owner going hard and heavy, meant that the slaves usual threshold for self control was that much lower, and by the fourth or fifth stroke into her tightening nook, chrysa would let out a high pitched whimper as she felt her bulge pop out from its sheath, kept secure against her inner thigh within the latex, as she drooled from the hollow gag in her throat, and flooded the inside of the latex with material from her nook and bulge. Such a sensitive little bulge sleeve… but, she at least managed to stay in position, and remained conscious as her Mistress continued to use her. She was a slave, and now only a featureless toy of one, but she would not collapse, or pass out, until she’d served her purpose, and brought her owner pleasure…
Listening to her broken pet make some new delicious sounds as she railed her well used nook over and over, letting her get used to the sound of her own voice and the sounds of their fucking, taking some time to enjoy the moment as she continued to thrust in to the girl partially sealed into her floor as her latex clad nook shuddered and squeezed around her bulge in orgasm.
Dualsi had not noticed the addition of Chrysa’s bulge, now trapped in the latex next to her leg, however the suit did, and proceeded to separate it and treat the bulge like a third leg. pulling it away from the thigh that she had soiled with cum and resealing her bare skin. And her bulge soon grew its black second skin, mimicking her contours and even embellishing some details as it grew along the shaft and sealed her in tight with the exception of the reactive pinhole at the urethra.
“ahhh~ I love putting broken toys back together~ dualis moaned, not quiet in lust, but in a kind of relaxed satisfaction as she mused on weather or not she should test her new pets inner pail, wondering just how much cum she had been forced to hold by her old masters. A thought that made the veins on her fat bulge throb with need as she decided it was a question she needed and answer to as she whispered to her pet
“just gonna stress test you a little, hope you dont mind~”
she murmured as her bulge throbbed powerfully and her bulge bottomed out at her cervix, meeting the ringed opening as ropes of hot black fluid erupted from Dualis, directly into Chrysa’s inner pail
As she pounded into the prone slave, Chrysa could feel the strange new sensation of sound rattling in her head, winnowing not just from the sheer size of the bulge filing her up, but from the overstimulation of noise, and the sensations rolling up her spine as her bulge flailed about between her legs. It had been sweeps since it had popped out on its own, and now, it was dripping her color to the cavern floor below, a lewd, wet, dripping like a leaky faucet with each thrust in, almost in time with the pained, sexually charged moans ripping from her newly repaired throat as she howled in masochistic pleasure for her Mistress. Finally, it came. She could feel the bulge swelling inside her, her overestimated and stretched out nook already rippling and milking it to show her what a good pailtoy she could be, as she screamed through the hollowed out gag, drooling like a brain dead piece of public use bucketmeat, as her bulge spasmed, another orgasm ripping through her body, coating the inside of her second skin yet again, and spewing from her own bulge, in miniature of the huge load she felt, filing her up and stretching her belly to an almost comically round form. A roundness that would stay, making her look gravid with at least a clutch of three or four eggs, until Dualis removed her bulge with a wet ‘pop’, and the full, heavy load began to slowly drip out of her still tightened nook, the only noise the bronze girl capable of, now being a thoroughly lost and almost broken whimper, or a deep, throaty moan as an aftershock shivered up her spine… it was a good thing her legs were sealed to the floor, too… otherwise she’d have collapsed to the ground long ago…
Dualis fell back as her bulge withdrew from her pets sodden wet used nook, landing on the rubber floor with a low thud. As she did, the latex that held the bound girls hands and feet instantly, letting the poor slave girl collapse in to the puddle of liquid latex and her own bodily fluids. Her nook letting out a deluge of black goo that seemed to too similar to the goo that she lay in. her transformations now complete as the gag that has been holding her jaw open during the ordeal collapsed and oozed out of her mouth, melding in to her suit as it peeled away an opening to show her nose to her chin, with the rest of her head still encased and sealed away from sight. In her throat, there still remained traces of the gag, that now bonded to her flesh, taking the shape of her damaged areas.
“ahhh, that was fun~” dualsi cooed, her bulge shrinking in mass and sliding away back into her nook. As she looked over her pets fallen form, hoping the implant had taken root and her mute now had a new sense to explore.
“so little pet, can you hear me now?” she asked, crawling forward to examine her work, peeing intently at the latex at her throat and behind the ear
While chrysa had never had her sense of hearing, before, to understand the words from her Mistress, she was at least able to scrape the brain cells together to figure out that the tone meant she was being asked a question. Unfortunately, she was also still shuddering and cumming a bit, from the black goo leaking slowly out of her distended nook, as well as her slowly retracting bulge. From her spot on the floor, and with her new found freedom of oral movement, she gave the most coherent response she could for a pleasure hazed cumslave. A low, drawn out moan, while signing the words “Can take more, if Mistress wants. Sorry for cumming without permission. Felt so good to be used” against the floor with shaky hands. Whimpering as she felt a heavy gush of her owners cum push out of her nook, Chrysa shivered and rolled over, mouth hanging open and tongue left out, presenting herself for oral use even as she spread her legs and ass, presenting every hole for Dualis’s use, like a good bulge sleeve, and whimpering at the obscene feeling of her retracting bulge resting on top of her slightly rounded midriff, as she felt her owners ‘material’ leaking out in a small stream over her wastechute.
dualis raised an eyebrow at her pet, watching the display before her with fascination. Sitting back on a mound that raised to meet her half way so she was sitting at a comfortable height. And signed back while speaking her words
“its fine dear, i’ll have some more fun later.” she stared, smiling at her options.
“right now I want to admire my handy work, and teach you what my words sound like”
she continued, figuring that her lack of answer might be that this pet never heard words before.
“But, if you really need some more attention…”
she paused, taking a moment to make some non sign gestures as the floor rippled again and black tendrils rose from the floor and wound around her legs and chest, leaving her arms, hands and mouth free as a two bulge shaped tendrils lined them selves up at her nook and ass.
“I can oblige”
This time, Chrysa was actually able to follow what her owner was saying, thanks to her signing, along with the vocalizations. True, she still could’t make heads or tails of the sounds themselves, but the signing let her interpret them in a slightly useable way, at least…. She nodded as her Mistress said she’d be put to use, later; and began to groan, closing her legs to keep her owner’s load inside her. As she whimpered at the ‘full feeling’ in her nook, Chysa was shaken from her thoughts by more noises coming from her owner, and nonsensical signing. She didn’t know what was going on, at first, and took the gestures to mean ‘keep your legs spread’, so she complied, just in time for the latex tendrils to rise up out of the ground, wrapping around her and pinning her in place, save for her arms, which began to claw at the tendrils in a panic… At least, initially. Once it was clear that it wasn’t a monster, but was something from her Owner, Chrysa swallowed her fear, and settled back against the floor, shivering as she felt the tip of not one, but two bulge like objects against her waste chute and nook. With the entrances well lubricated from her recent orgasm, and the cum still leaking from her, there was no stopping the intrusive appendages as they slowly wormed their way inside of her, Chrysa’s mouth opening and a strangled moan that belied discomfort, as well as overwhelming pleasure, issued forth, and her hips bucked in their bonds, slightly, as her hands flew up to try and silence her lewd noises.
dualis smiled as she sat ladylike on her mound of latex. Listening to her pet’s sounds now that she could finally speak, well, cry out as dualis’s tentacles slowly and gently fucked her, being almost leisurely like someone absentmindedly masturbating to pass the time.
Dualis still wanted to chat with her pet, and from what she saw so far, dualis would need to teach her pet how to chat first~
“alright love, let me hear you, be as loud as you like~”
she said and signed, making sure that her pets arms remind unbound to talk back as sat there being pleasured by dualis’s tentacles.
“now little pet, can you now tell me your name?”
she asked, keeping her hands visible. Readying herself mentally for the long process of teaching the recently deaf mute alternian common…